Ill

Started: 2006-04-17 09:44:57

Submitted: 2006-04-17 09:56:40

Visibility: World-readable

My lungs have been colonized by some as-of-yet unidentified pathogen. I
have a doctor's appointment in an hour; I hope she'll be able to
successfully identify the microscopic imperialists and (with any luck)
prescribe some industrial-strength twenty-first-century drugs to send
them packing back to the motherland.

Of course, it's also entirely possible it's viral, and anti-viral drugs
haven't quite made it into the mainstream just yet, especially for
otherwise-healthy non-smoking twenty-five-year-old males. Maybe I'll be
stuck with treating the symptoms (deep, often-painful cough; fever) and
bedrest. I wasn't actually planning on doing much at work this
week (since it is, after all, my last week), but I had expected to show
up and try not to make it obvious I'm laughing at my coworkers.

The worst part is I started feeling lousy on Thursday and barely made it
out of bed on Friday (which I had off, for Good Friday); I wasted an
entire three-day-weekend unable to do anything. I did manage to drag
myself out of bed long enough to see that not blowing out my sprinkler
system was the worst thing I could have done; the PVC pipe feeding the
manifold is shattered, and I'm going to have to rebuild the entire
manifold before I even know if any of my lines need to be repaired. Part
of my Epic Landscaping Plan for this year involves adding shrubs to
various parts of the landscape; I want to add irrigation zones for these
new plants, so rebuilding the irrigation system won't be an entire
waste.